Of all the cases associated with anomalous phenomena in general, the most frequent and vivid ones for me are contacts with various brownies. In general, it is known about such entities as a brownie, a bathhouse, a carriage, etc. that, if necessary, they can materialize in various forms ranging from a pea to a human appearance (an old man, a teenager, a woman, etc.).
These entities have their own age gradation different from our human. The age of their astral body, according to our standards, can even be counted in thousands of years. In their home they consider themselves masters, they love order, respect for themselves, small children, pets, especially cats. They love to play with them. We are considered to be their servants.
If the brownie is dissatisfied with something, he may begin to build offensive jokes and various tricks. There is a reliably known case when a brownie, dissatisfied with the mess and dirt in a comfortable apartment, removed the bedspread from the bed, tamped it down the toilet and put a seal of laundry soap on top. This is already a direct hint to the hostess about the need to wash.
Specifically, in my cases, I saw brownies in the form of a woman in a colored sundress and another in the form of a teenage boy, whom I myself brought into the house.
It was like this: We moved into an apartment where we planned to live together with my mother. Literally, in the first month of my stay, I open the door to the bathroom and do not have time to figure out where I received a strong blow to the chest. From the impact, I even flew into the hallway. At that time there was a company of five people in the hall. They ask: What happened? I try to explain, but nobody believes. Then someone notices that on my white shirt, in the chest area, there is a distinctly wet and dirty mark from a child's foot. Someone noticed: This brownie is surviving you. And exactly, we soon parted.
In the new apartment, the intrigues of (apparently another already) brownie began. Even at the very moment of the move, he made itself felt. Friends, who helped with the transportation, set up an impromptu table with drinks right on the suitcases. I, with a glass in my hand, thank the guys for their help, and then, with a peripheral vision, I notice that next to the wall is a woman in a colored sundress. Moreover, when the head is turned in her direction, her presence drives off to the side at the same angle. I, with all my might, pour my glass on her sundress. Those present, of course, did not understand my gesture. And when the silhouette of a woman was clearly marked on the wall, everyone was perplexed and greatly surprised.
And then a real war began! Indoor flowers began to turn yellow and disappear. Objects disappear without a trace right before our eyes. Once I was repairing a tape recorder. In his hands he held (tool) side cutters and a piece of wire. The phone rang behind him. I, without getting up from the chair, turned and spoke. I turn back - the wire is in place, but there are no side cutters. I searched everything I could, but the side cutters were never found.
On the kitchen wall, there was a bread bin purchased from the Goods of Buryatia store. Its structure was quite sturdy, made of multi-layer plywood with inlay and art painting. In the evening this thing was intact, and in the morning it was found falling apart in parts. At the same time, a drawing was formed on one of the shelves with the image of a grave mound and a cross. Moreover, the method of applying this image was completely incomprehensible. All these parts had strong negative field emission. Everything had to be burned.
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There was a large mirror in the hallway. I come home from work in the evening. I know for sure that no one could be at home during the day. It took me a while to realize that it was scattered on the floor. It turns out that the mirror broke into tiny pieces of about the same size.
It became necessary to put a second entrance iron door. At that time, one could order one at the railway depot. I made a detailed drawing indicating all the required dimensions. I gave the drawing for making the door. What a shame it was when the made door was 10 cm wider. Made claims to manufacturers. And they show me my own drawing, where the width is shaded with a pencil, and at the bottom of the drawing in broken handwriting with errors it says "SHYRYNA DOOR SIZE - and the number is 10 cm more than indicated on the drawing." Well, I had to gouge the bricks another 10 cm in the doorway. I think this is the tricks of the brownie. There is simply no one else.
Once at home, I smelled smoke. When I began to find out where from, I saw that smoke was coming from all the cracks, even oozing from under the plaster. The thought immediately came to my mind - this is electrical wiring, the power supply must be turned off at the site. Which I did, but the smoke did not stop. It fell most heavily from the mezzanine. When I got there, I discovered that the artificial Christmas tree that was stored there was smoking. It is all melted and smokes very strongly. When my wife arrived, the ceiling in the hallway was all black. Everyone was at a loss. What was it. In addition to all this, there were also various small tricks.
It all ended when I brought another brownie into the house. It was like this: I went to my garage, which was located at the end of the 1905 Revolution Street. At that time, two apartment barracks were being demolished along this street. Passing a house where the floor has not yet been taken apart. I see - there is an empty bucket right on the closed underground. I decided to take it to my garage. When I came closer, I heard a child crying below, somewhere in the underground. Another, perhaps, thought it was really a child. But for some reason I immediately had a thought. They themselves left, but left the brownie. He opened the underground. The cry was quiet.
Asked: Who is here? Silence. They left you, but left? Do not be afraid. If you want you can come with me. I need a master. At this time, a large sheaf of mud flew out from below with a noise. I forgot about the garage and the bucket. I went back home without looking back. I walk and feel his presence on my back. So we went up to the third floor. I opened the door, turned away and said: come in and be the master. At the same moment, I felt movement and the door closed with such force that the railings along the flights of stairs trembled.
It took a long time, more than a year, and he seemed to me. It was summer. It's hot at home, so at night they covered themselves only with a sheet. I wake up early in the morning because it seemed to me that someone was taking the sheet off me. I open my eyes, I see a blue glow, and the sheet above me has risen like a dome at a distance of half a meter and is kept on this bluish cloud.
I saw a boy standing next to him, 10-12 years old. I ask: Who are you? He silently stretches out his hand to me and gives me one little finger. Says: come on, give me water. I get up holding his finger, he leads me into the kitchen. I take a glass of water. I turn around to ask where he came from. And he is not! He just disappeared. And I also had to sell this apartment and buy another one in which I now live. And here it was also not without tricks.
It turned out that there was no brownie in the apartment. Apparently he left with the previous tenants. The absence of a brownie is a lack of home protection. Friends advised to take him away from his former apartment, since a hostel was formed there and most likely he does not have a sweet life there. As a result, we applied special techniques.
At first, without going into the apartment, they lured him to the staircase, and then took him away two blocks later. I must say that this ritual took place right in front of curious passers-by and passing cars, who stopped when they saw me with frames. But everything ended fine. Our brownie loves to play with the cat Katya, loves jokes and practical jokes. The brownie appeared to my wife and my sister in the present apartment in the form of a short, nimble old man.
The circumstances were as follows: In the hallway, out of a cardboard box, my daughter built a small house specially for the brownie (window, door) inside which they put refreshments for him. And at one fine moment they brought and put a sack of potatoes next to this house. So he got worried. I ran, first through the kitchen and then in the hall. I had to look for another place for the potatoes.
This year I arranged such a joke: My wife left, and I was left alone. I move with a cane. And then the cane was gone. Absolutely no. Wherever I was looking for her. There were no strangers. I'm calling my wife. I ask: Your job? Did you hide? She assures that she did not take it and does not know where to go. Night has come. I can not calm down. Somewhere she went.
I took a small flashlight and let's look again under the cabinets behind the walls, etc. Found nothing. Another day passed. And what a surprise it was when, just by chance, the cane was found in the closet, behind the shirts at the very back wall. And the flashlight with which I was looking for disappeared. Found it much later. In the kitchen, in a hanging cabinet, on the highest shelf, and even in unused plates. The brownie apparently wanted me to walk without a crutch.
Gennady Markov